the_philosophy

on stasis and motion (2014)

All life is agony.

Only the death of one being
can give birth to another.

It is the nature of life
to breed and evolve,
to feast and perish.

As life will spread through the universe
over future aeons of time,
the quantity of pain will become
unmeasurable, since nature itself does
not comply to any ethical commitment
but self-preservation.

Until this day humans are
the only known living beings in nature
which are mentally capable
of deliberately acting
against their very own nature.

This marks the only difference
between animals and human beings.
This is what defines art.
Art eases the pain
which is yet to come.

art against agony


on subjectivity and uniformism (2016)

Our very existence is absurd.
Everything we do will eventually come to an end,
but still it is our ideas that are forming time and history.

All motions we stir during the very short time we spend on this planet
will add more variables to the static principle of causality in the universe.
Yet therein, names, faces or any other forms of expressing our identity are of no value.

This implies that we ourselves are inevitably irrelevant living beings,
that in fact all we cherish about our individual self is of most vivid insignificance
regarding to what humanity has been, is now or will ever be.

However, most irritatingly, all high cultures descending from human origin
have ever since erected solemnizing monuments for specific names or faces,
rather than for high culture itself.

We wear masks to facilitate you focus on who we all really are.
Nobody, nothing – No body. No thing.
We are ideas.

Ideas can not be attached to any individual person or identity,
yet, unlike bodies or things, ideas are destined to remain.
Quidquid luce fuit tenebris agit.

Therefore, attaching utmost importance to individual feelings,
causality may reward you with the greatest material pleasures imaginable.
Alas, causality will fall into oblivion as the tides of time wash away your body,
forfeiting what could be a glorious future for mankind.

The leap of faith comes not from whether
you like or dislike the content of these words,
but rather from whether or not you dare to deal with its consequences.

Dare to be nobody.
Dare to no longer fall in, but out of love.
Dare to make the paradox orthodox and the orthodox paradox.

art against agony


on innovation and discovery (2017)

Every time there comes up a thought in your head,
you discover something that has always been this way
before that thought came up in your head.

All fancy, all imagination, is just a brief insight into the blueprint of existence.
We may only think of what the structure of reality possibly allows us to think of.
Nothing that cannot be envisioned will ever be envisioned.

Thus, both artefactum and naturafactum are facta
just within the frames of any possible forms of existence.
Once we create something that we end up calling ’new‘, we merely discover a combination of coordinates within these frames, which has previously been concealed to us.

There is no innovation. There is only discovery, oblivion, and rediscovery.
Nothing is ever new. The concept of originality is a concept of self-deception.
Let’s close our eyes. We must not use them, if we desire to see the truth.

art against agony


on beauty and violence (2017)

Our perception of beauty is initiated by a moment of irritation.
Unexpected energy grinds bodily motions to a sudden halt.
Increased breath, yet unable to speak, we stand still, immobilized by awe.

Sympathic nervous system takes over.
Signs incorporate meaning,
shapes imply congruence,
colours evoke emotions,
odours become perfumes,
sounds tell stories,
bodies start secretion.

Our bodily interpretation of beauty turns irritation into arousal, paralysis into erection.
Beautiful objects are fueling the consumptive appetite,
violently provoking our yearning for possessive penetration and destructive analyses.

Our conceptual appreciation of beauty therefore calls for its conservation.
Waxcasts, photographs, sculptures, still life, musical notation.
Every conservation thus stops the motion of an object,
to preserve a single moment of its beauty.

As soon as beauty is conserved, we may still ravish in necrophilia,
yet the thrilling joy to violate, mutilate and rape the alive being,
will be forever forsaken.

art against agony